9 P.M.
They finished eating the noodles.
Zhang Yuanqi didn’t bother cleaning up the dishes. She leaned on the bed with a cup of wine in hand, “Little Zhang, TV.”
Zhang Ye snorted. He unwillingly grabbed the remote control beside him to switch on the television for her, “Which channel?”
Zhang Yuanqi answered plainly, “BTV – Arts Channel.”
Zhang Ye exclaimed, “You watch this channel? I work there now.”
Suddenly, the telephone on the table began to vibrate. Zhang Ye was wondering who it was so late at night. He picked it up.
